Thank you dear Emily, I think the very worst of that whole meeting was the knowledge that no matter the outcome, this poor sweet boy cannot change his unfortunate origins. Or that no matter where he is placed, even if it turned out to be the school he would prefer, he will not be happy because he will struggle so terribly to keep up.Ther…
Thank you dear Emily, I think the very worst of that whole meeting was the knowledge that no matter the outcome, this poor sweet boy cannot change his unfortunate origins. Or that no matter where he is placed, even if it turned out to be the school he would prefer, he will not be happy because he will struggle so terribly to keep up.There is no happy ending for him... It makes my work seem so futile... and truthfully, its not the first time I have asked myself if I am capable. My heart is not tough enough.
I love that you mention the owls, I have become quite obsessed by them, often staying out in my little patch of woodland in the hope of catching sight of them. I hear them all the time, even from my bed which I find a strange but wonderful comfort. I wonder often about buying a lens with the zoom capacity to capture them close up and just as quickly change my mind for fear of encroaching on their very private lives.. its a matter of respect I think. So maybe they do respect me... maybe?
I too have a tree post half written (along with about twenty others!🙃) it feels, again, like the owls as though much respect needs to be given and I'm not sure I have given enough... eventually we will both be happy with our essays I'm sure - time is irrelevant when speaking of such things, after all they've known far more than we have for far longer...
Mild panic is mounting! It's a perfectly me situation at this time of year though - I'm used to it - tea and cake always helps and if not wine! I hope your week is calm too lovely xxx
Thank you dear Emily, I think the very worst of that whole meeting was the knowledge that no matter the outcome, this poor sweet boy cannot change his unfortunate origins. Or that no matter where he is placed, even if it turned out to be the school he would prefer, he will not be happy because he will struggle so terribly to keep up.There is no happy ending for him... It makes my work seem so futile... and truthfully, its not the first time I have asked myself if I am capable. My heart is not tough enough.
I love that you mention the owls, I have become quite obsessed by them, often staying out in my little patch of woodland in the hope of catching sight of them. I hear them all the time, even from my bed which I find a strange but wonderful comfort. I wonder often about buying a lens with the zoom capacity to capture them close up and just as quickly change my mind for fear of encroaching on their very private lives.. its a matter of respect I think. So maybe they do respect me... maybe?
I too have a tree post half written (along with about twenty others!🙃) it feels, again, like the owls as though much respect needs to be given and I'm not sure I have given enough... eventually we will both be happy with our essays I'm sure - time is irrelevant when speaking of such things, after all they've known far more than we have for far longer...
Mild panic is mounting! It's a perfectly me situation at this time of year though - I'm used to it - tea and cake always helps and if not wine! I hope your week is calm too lovely xxx